Natasha POV
The space between the walls lead into an entirely different part of the building. I slowly walked through the walls.
I was in some sort of large hall with silver bars at the door. This was a dungeon, only more sophisticated and larger.
The dungeon was eerily quiet and dark too. I slowly walked through the dungeon, looking at all of the prisoners that were locked up inside their cells. Many of them were sleeping or sitting, looking so weak and tired.
I stopped walking as I saw something that caught my attention. It was a prisoner and unlike the others, he wasn't locked up in a cell.
His hands and feets were separated with silver chains that were anchored to thick metal poles.
I wondered who he was as why he was here. Why was he being tortured more than all th
